She loves the water
Her beauty it reflects
She soars with humility
I believe she is there to protect
//
She glides along
Like the leader of the sea
Ensnaring snakes and eels
She knows she is free
//
When I see her
I hope she comes bearing a message
I envy her wisdom
And the grace she expresses
//
I still carry tears in my heart
She knows they are there
Maybe from the sky
She can deliver my prayers
//
Or perhaps when we both touch the water
We lay some tears to rest
Yet I want them to fall from my eyes
Too long they have been repressed
//
God knows I will listen to her
For she is very gentle
This helps me speak to him
Her presence not coincidental
//
Today I was fortunate
An essence she did bring
I heard a glimpse of heaven
A place where despair does not reign
//
She also illustrated
How sadness and joy live together
How their voices are distinct
Yet neither one less clever
//
It is okay to fee sad one moment
And the next vibrant delight
With the Spirit we all exist together
A gift from the Divine
//
This love I have discovered
Makes my hair stand on end
It is unnerving and compelling
It is an enigma I cannot comprehend
//
I give thanks to the heron
She brings me back to earth
Solid ground beneath my feet
To which the Creator gave birth
About the Creator
Eustace Scrubb
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betrayal, deception
Isn’t it ironic //That people can fake authenticity //It fills me with nonfictional rage //Rage that could send me to hell //I know my fickle heart //I shared it //Trusted you to treat it gently //You are the one who should be scared of the fiery lake// But you look around and point to others //Claiming they made your bed //But you picked out the sheets //Chose the color blue// Even though you were offered opportunity// I wanted you to be truly known //You wouldn’t let me// You still sang the soft melodies //Somewhere only we know// Are you feeling sad cause you did a bad thing?// Playing the part// A wolf in sheep’s clothing //Claiming to honor story and justice //When really you are a robber //A traitor telling my stories as your own// You preached your mythology// I didn’t know you were taking notes from the soldiers who hid //You stomped on our sacred soil like they took down Troy //I hope you enjoy your counterfeit sorrow //No one will come rescue you //Your home is built on sand //And there will be no one left to blame but you// You’re not my friend// It takes a coward //To stab between shoulder blades// To crouch away from the whites in our eyes// You think if it’s subtle //You can cling to your innocence //Your betrayal is my retribution// Because only you are denounced //Karma soothes my soul //While you tremble in its wind
By Eustace Scrubbabout a year ago in Poets
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